ah the joys of travel.
wherein two hoodlums ask me where the 511 bus heads to, then proceed to give me the once over and exclaim "deeyamm grrrl!" yea. thanks...i was merely being polite. and then there was this other transient. watching the two of them across the street..she had epic hair combed just so and dyed to the nines, walking briskly in her heels and short skirt as she talked on the phone. obviously, she was trying like hell to shake the creep trailing her. i continue to watch them..if he tries something i will scream and yell with her. we shall defend all of woman kind. she is after all, dressed for battle in her camo jacket...but she heads into a parking garage. the drunkard gives up. he sees me looking from half a block away and i quickly turn my head. "watch," i think, "he's gonna come over here now and bother you instead." being right isn't always so hot. sometimes in comes in the from of drunk 40 yr old balding men. "ya wanna drink?" no thanks. i don't have any money. "i got money." no thanks i gotta get home. he staggers away. i turn to my fellow bus stopper. "cree-pee!" i mouth. but the words escape him and his tired migraned eyes. the bus is a sanctuary, and sunny day carries me home.